Once, long ago, a being came into existence.

This is who we call the "Chief God," or the "OG."

Wait, no, we just call him the "Chief God" in the Order.

Either way, this was God. He, if it even could be referred to as a he or she, was bored.

So, it decided that it didn't like being bored, and tried to do something different.

And like that, the biggest mistake was ever made: The Birth of Creation.

With the sudden existence of just about everything, the Chief God made even more things. Like Time, and Space, and Atoms, and Gravity, and Existence, and Nothing.

How it came up with all these concepts on the spot is anyone's guess, and why people are still struggling to understand that big round things tend to attract little small things is also a good question.

With that, it began making newer locations in this world of nothingness, such as Heaven and Pandemonium among other spirit realms, then deciding to focus on one specific world in particular, giving it a snowy region, a region far off to the East, desert regions, jungles, and all of that, along with Demon Realms.

That last part is usually denied by the Order, but damn it, it's the truth.

Now the Chief God had this massive world and all these different places, but it was still alone.

It soon got bored of being alone too, and decided to give this new concept of "life" many methods to "Find a way."

Second biggest mistake of all time.

Soon, it had all these Gods and Goddesses at its disposal.

It had the God of the Seas, Poseidon, set to go and monitor, well, the seas and oceans.

Then there was the Sun Goddess, Ameratsu, who was placed in charge of the Deserts.

The God of Fighting, Ares, to monitor and give boons to certain warriors on the battlefield and war.

The Goddess of Love, Eros, who was doing the succubi's job before succubi even became a concept. Of course, she had to keep a healthy balance between the hot, passionate stuff, and the boring, romantic stuff.

The God of Wine and Parties, Bacchus, who was like that one cool guy or girl that threw and hosted all-out parties at their house every week. Or well, every day would be more accurate. Every second actually.

Then there was the Goddess of Life and Death, Hel, who monitored the afterlife and made sure things that were dead stayed dead. Obviously she was bad at her job, otherwise Necromancy and the undead would not exist.

The God of Smithing and Crafts, Hephaestus, who, shockingly enough, was the God of Creation and Crafting. Not in the "Big Bang, Top God" way, but in a "Grandmaster Blacksmith" kind of way.

There was also The Fallen God, but we don't talk about her.

Then there were apparently other minor gods, such as the God of Art and God of Knowledge, but they're minor, so nobody cares about them.

As one can tell, these Gods aren't really creative with their titles, but at least they're blunt about what they represent.

With all of these people to help him manage the world, the Chief God soon set about making some new people that could reproduce and would soon cover the whole world and beyond. Why?

... Because, why not?

That key part is probably the major mistake that marks the existence of other beings as the Second Biggest Mistake of all time.

Through that, the Chief God soon made many, many beings that it just sort of decided looked cool and thought would be a nice addition to have in the world.

Some of these, but not all, included:

Humans, the weakest and dumbest of the bunch, and some of the most evil, but made up for it with their blind faith and racism towards anything that didn't have round ears, proper height, and absolutely anything with animalistic or other weird traits. Oh wait...

Elves, who were like humans with pointy ears with longer lives and more magical aptitude, but more prone to just hugging trees and living their lives quietly judging everyone for every stupid mistake they made. And by god, they had a lot of material.

Elves also hated Dwarves with a passion, and tended to despise and stay away from anything human. As for what the Dark Elves, otherwise known as Drow are... Perhaps they were just a mix of elf and monster the Chief God thought of one day and forgot to add anything other than slightly darker skin and a monster's mindset.

... A good lesson one can learn is to just generally stay away from elves, just to keep one's dignity and/or freedom.

Then there were the Dwarves, who were generally small, stout humanoids with large beards and a love for mining and crafting, like a mini-Hephaestus. They were actually very friendly with the humans, surprisingly enough, and tended to work with them as traders or mercenaries. They've had many wars with the Elves though, since they hated the elves just as much as the elves hated them. Their women, contrary to popular belief, weren't like the buff muscular men with beards that could emasculate a man on the spot. They were like slender little girls-...

So no wonder why the Order didn't ban dwarves and were in fact quite friendly with them.

... Moving on, we also have the Fairies, who were even smaller than the dwarves, being tiny humanoids that could be held in a normal human's hand.

They usually had butterfly or moth-like wings, and sometimes some antennae too. They were childish and innocent, reproducing through the blooming of "Fairy Flowers." They tended to be relatively harmless with their games.

Then there were the Elementals of the world. They came in all shapes, forms, and sizes, but the strongest tended to be Ignis, Undines, Sylphs, and Gnomes, for Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth respectively. They were considered the four "Great Elemental" types, and formed and lived in areas where their element was at its strongest. Ignis would live in fiery, volcanic areas, Undines lived in the oceans and springs, Sylphs lived among the clouds in the skies, and Gnomes lived with the rich, fertile earth.

These particular elements tended to form as what they represented, at least when they are pure, as they were without body and could not do much besides influencing their element to a degree. Ignis manifested as flickering fires, Undines as spheres of water, Sylphs as a certain odd breeze, and Gnomes as rocks.

They could not do much by themselves, but could form "Covenants" with other beings to combine their powers and cast great spells of incredible power. Covenants are rare however, but in theory there is nothing stopping someone from forming a covenant with all four elemental types if they have the willpower and determination.

Since these "Pure" Elementals aren't tainted or corrupted by anything, the Order tends to quite like these beings as weapons to kill things they didn't like.

Then, we finally have the Monsters.

Well... They're called Mamono nowadays, but we'll get to that.

Formerly, they were proud, bloodthirsty, grotesque beings who had humanity's mindset of "Kill everything in unique creative ways" turned up to the extreme.

They even had an absolute ruler, known as the Demon Lord, who may as well have been a practical God amongst them... Quite literally too. All monsters were bound to serve the Demon Lord with utmost respect and loyalty, bound to the Demon Lord's will and ideals.

Even if said Demon Lords did tend to die often to some runty, noble hero in shining armor and his plucky band of companions.

And, in time, a sort of government and society formed as the Chief God watched on with interest.

The Humans and a few other species tended to worship him, and rarely some other gods and goddesses, and fight against the Demon Lords, united under the Order that generally hated anything too different from a human.

The Monsters tended to hate everyone, and formed the Royal Makai around the Demon Lords, which over countless eras turned into a grandiose, terrifying stronghold far beyond anything any other race had developed or built.

There was a bit of a predictable cycle here...

First, a Demon Lord comes around, kills everything, sets the other races back by about a couple generations or so.

Then a Hero or Champion of the Order comes in, either solo or with a partner or group, and kills said Demon Lord.

While the Order and the other races rebuild, the monsters go into a civil war to determine who gets to be the next Demon Lord.

Once a new Demon Lord comes around, go back to the genocides and subsequent Heroes.

The Chief God thought this was kind of funny at first, and wondered if people would notice this.

They didn't. Not one bit.

Okay, so it'd just cause some new things to happen to throw a wrench into the natural order of things.

It was the only one to laugh at the joke it made. Perhaps because it was never with anyone else despite having literally made everyone who existed in some form.

Moving on, it soon chose some random human, and while he didn't outright just give him the power, he did give the man enough potential to do great things, enough even to devastate even the greatest Demon Lords and Heroes, just to see what would happen.

Why? Because, why not?

...

There was once an isolated man by the name of Mordred. He was not a particularly grand or powerful man, but he was hardworking.

In time, he felt... strange, as the days passed on by.

What this feeling was, he knew not. Only that it grew greater and greater by each day.

Years passed, and soon, he started to realize that things came more easily to him than they should have.

Wielding an axe, for example, almost came naturally after a few days of holding onto it.

Why? He didn't know. Perhaps a blessing from Ares? But if so, why was it easy to cast magic as well? Did that not, even with the God of Magic's help, take years to perfect?

Finally, he came to the conclusion that he was blessed with this power by some unknown God or Goddess.

What did they want him to do with this power?

Well, he had no idea. Not even the Order seemed to understand, except for telling him that he should use this power for good and righteousness in the name of the Chief God.

Personally, he thought that was pretty boring. He didn't want to be a Hero.

He just wanted to be able to tell those damn slimes, goblins, and onis and all them other monsters to stop eating all of his crops and livestock.

So, that's what he did, because he felt and saw no "omens" or "signs" that a God was trying to carve his life out for him.

And consequently, he became a fairly big name in the monster world soon enough. Monsters flocked to his service, despite the fact he just wanted to be left alone to tend to his crops.

The Demon Lord of the time did not like this, and decided he should just kill this troublesome human and burn his entire house down to make an example.

Burning a shack and farmfield and then failing to actually kill Mordred was decisively not a very grand example of well, anything.

Mordred on the other hand, didn't like his farm being burnt down.

So he concluded that he would simply just kill the Demon Lord and take over to have an even bigger farm to make up for it with his army of strangely loyal monsters.

The Order initially liked this, as he was putting his power to use.

Then they realized he was bossing around monsters, and didn't like him anymore.

In fact they hated him for allowing any monster to live at all, and decided to just try and kill him.

Mordred didn't like any of this, and came to a simple conclusion:

Rule the world and crush both sides.

So, he did. And for reasons that no one could really figure out, he was... mostly successful.

Granted, as time went on, he gained many titles, from "Ironclad Tyrant," to "Monster King," to even "Champion of Evil."

And, to an extent, he did eventually expand his horizons beyond simple farming and agriculture.

He expanded to being so evil that he was outright petty.

A type of evil that no one could be, or has been since then.

He had crushing taxes on all things related to agriculture, except for anyone working on his fields.

Which did eventually lead into mass starvation and diseases crippling anything outside his Empire. He claimed it was "intentional" and "all according to his plans."

Somehow people believed that.

What everyone was right to believe in though, was his strange habit of making "cursed" weapons and armor. Objects infused with demonic energy to create sentient entities that would lead their owners into madness or bloodlust. These objects took on many forms, but they were damn effective.

Some even say he built an arsenal fit for the greatest Demon Lords themselves, meant for him, yet also able to be controlled and wielded by the one deemed as the most evil or black-hearted person in the world. A Champion of Darkness, so to speak.

It has never been found, and still exists in the lands of myth and legend to this day.

Now as time went on, the Monster King slowly began to wither away, and age took over. He wanted to have written an autobiography, but in his elder years he had forgotten a lot of what was real and what was just the rumor and myth among the people.

He felt slightly sad at this misfortune, for he truly did want to write at least one volume of how his life had went and why he became who he was... but in time, he soon died, and despite his regrets, ultimately passed on a very, very happy man.

While the Monster King had been alive, the Gods and Goddesses and other spiritual entities panicked, wondering why the hell some random human was this abnormally powerful and just would not die.

The Chief God however, thought this was fucking hilarious. Both in how things finally changed and how nobody figured out it was he who had given this one man so much potential.

However, mortality finally kicked in, and Mordred had died, leaving behind the legacy of his name as the Monster King upon the world... He did leave behind many artifacts and weapons, but only a few were strong enough to ignore the pull and authority the Demon Lords would naturally have in Mordred's absence.

Personally the Chief God loved this guy and how he just completely screwed over this boring cycle of things, and wanted to see what would happen if he gave a random power boost to some random...

Hm...

Well, not another human. He didn't want a repeat of Mordred, as the last thing he wanted was just a cycle of the world but with two Demon Lords.

Maybe a succubus?

Yeah, that sounded fun. A succubus with the potential to change the entire world. Who the hell would ever think a succubus could gain enough power to become the Demon Lord? Pfft, what would a succubus even do as Demon Lord anyways? Fuck the entire world?

So, the Chief God decided to do just that. He allowed a random succubus more than enough power to become the Demon Lord.

However, unlike Mordred, she wasn't a dick, or even a grumpy farmer. She was quite optimistic, and relatively peaceful.

So she opted to use her power for good, becoming a heroine of sorts among monsterkind.

The Current Demon Lord, a gigantic, monstrous gazer with the ability to see into the future, didn't know what to do, but had the foresight to figure out this succubus would completely screw over the system of the Royal Makai one day with her morality and lessons.

So, he personally enacted a plan based off his common sense:

Run the fuck away while he still had his dignity and not become the first Demon Lord in history to die to a fucking succubus.

And so, the Previous Demon Lord, Xerfaaroc the All-Seeing, vanished in the blink of an eye to crypts and dungeons unknown to ensure he didn't have the dishonor of being killed and replaced by a sweet, goody-two shoes succubus heroine.

He told nobody about this, so it was as if he literally just disappeared one night.

Understandably, there was a lot of confused screaming that day from the dreadful fortress of the Royal Makai. Did the Demon Lord get killed by a Hero? Did he teleport away and was going to come back? If so, then why hasn't he yet? Did he get killed by the Gods? If so, why him? Why now? And if not any of those... Did he just quit on being a Demon Lord then? If so... Why?

The succubus, Lilith, against her own better sense, decided she didn't want to see her people fighting and murdering each other in another civil war for who got to be Demon Lord, and so rose to power, quickly taking over Xerfaaroc's former throne as the Demon Lord.

And, her first accidental action was to convert almost every monster into a variation of a succubus through the link and authority she now held over all monsters.

Sheesh. It must have sucked to have been a monster in those times, especially if you were like, a male dragon.

Like, you're this great, big tyrannical lord ruling over the peasants and fucking their whores. You have this grand treasure hoard too.

Then your big boss, who was pretty cool and strong, just vanishes one night.

Then a few days later you wake up to find yourself as a lowly human woman with vague mockeries of your old self, slapped on by the loss of your dick and your dignity as you now have a natural temptation to be fucked by the next random knight who comes in to "slay" you.

Gods, only a few seconds and the Demon Lord already emasculated and humiliated the entire monster world without even trying. What a badass.

Moving on, the Chief God saw all this unfold, and decided to leave one final surprise before leaving this world to deal with issues from the other worlds he had created.

He gave a certain human baby, not even born yet, a destiny:

Break the Cycle of the Heroes and Demon Lords.

This baby would go on to grow up with the same aptitude Mordred did in his time... Yet it would remain to be seen what path the baby followed when his time came.

Then, the Chief God left this world, pulling the same move Xerfaaroc did and just vanished. Not even a goodbye or "Yeah screw you guys I'm out," he just up and went off to go do other things...

And to this day, nobody knows his final fate... But somewhere... He is surely smiling and taking amusement in what has happened.

...

Meanwhile, Heaven was undergoing full panic mode.

The previous Demon Lord just basically quit his job and went off to retire to god-knows-where, and let a super-powered succubus take over.

So now there were lovey-dovey rape-happy monster... girls? All over the place. That wasn't right! How were they supposed to react when it wasn't big ugly snarling beasts!?

And then they lose all communication with the Chief God.

They personally all thought he just lost faith in the world after seeing a succubus become Demon Lord and left them, and thus, they all fell into a deep depression, resigned to a fate of... of...

Self Sufficiency without the Chief God.

What a dreadful fate! They needed his guidance! How else could they judge and handle things?

Well, he didn't really tell them how to deal with Mordred when he was essentially conquering the whole world, but still! He told them how to handle humans! Monsters! Everything! He never told them what to do if a succubus became a Demon Lord and turned the monsters into... Those things!

Then, one particular divinity rose up. She wasn't the greatest. She wasn't really the absolute strongest. She wasn't even the smartest.

But she had the strongest will and devotion to what the world should be like, and that was what appealed to her fellow Gods and Angels.

So, she was crowned as the new Chief God.

Except, she was the Chief Goddess, because she was a her, not a he.

However... The original Gods...

Poseidon... Well... They were once aligned with this new Chief Goddess. However, they were more questioning, and slowly became more defiant of the Chief Goddess' insistence on tradition when clearly this new Demon Lord Lilith intended for nothing but good. The final straw came for Poseidon when the Chief Goddess asked her to drown and kill humans and mamono alike on mass, and soon Poseidon turned to the Demon Lord's side, becoming monsterized and corrupted.

Amaterasu... She had died long ago against the other Demon Lords and their various armies, alongside most of her Pharaohs of the Deserts... Though the Pharaohs were rising again...

The God of Fighting, Ares, well she was decisively neutral. She gave boons to both humans and mamono equally... But one couldn't deny that the death tolls were significantly less than they should be after Ares learned of the New Demon Lord's intentions...

Eros was in theory and on paper neutral, but in truth she had always been all for this type of debauchery.

Bacchus simply didn't care. All were welcome in their parties, whether you had a dick or a vagina, round smooth ears or pointy long ears, normal skin or skin as blue as a diamond!

Hel, as far as people knew, had been monsterized and turned to the Demon Lord's side, and was perhaps a key factor as to why battles now had significantly less losses.

Hephaestus was still neutral and still gave zero damns about who got their weapons.

There was also still The Fallen God, but again, we don't talk about her. She did get to rule over Pandemonium though.

As the new Chief Goddess thought off, she began to gather information on the world, trying to learn of what exactly was going on...

Well, there was Zipangu, far off in the East. That place had always been blasphemous with their "The Divine is present in all Beings." At least it had significantly less mamono raping humans from what she could tell, even if it didn't have the Order's laws. Apparently the Otohime-run kingdoms of the Ryugujo ran off the distant coasts of this land as well.

Then there was Polove, which was essentially a wasteland with no geographic or monetary value, though she did notice some uppity covenanter trying to convert the place into a Demon Realm out of sheer desperation. That would not do.

There was also the Mist Continent with their three kingdoms of "The Land of Four Souls," "Land of the Four Gods," and "Land of the Four Fiends," each one being progressively more and more blasphemous. She wanted to focus more on this and lend reinforcements to destroy the Four Fiends that threatened this land, but the Mist Continent was hard to get to, namely due to what the continent was named after: Mist, obviously.

The Fairy Kingdom was still mostly pure, in part due to the mamono mostly being unable to spread their disgusting plagues to a separate dimension. She really didn't care for the fairies all that much, but she had to admit, she did like their innocence.

And it made her blood boil seeing what the Demon Lord bastardized and is trying to corrupt them all along with the other races into.

It made her think of the Sabbath, a magical gathering of... "loli" mamono advocating for their body type supremacy.

Children? Being called for as the sexiest body type?

Yes, granted, the Order she inherited was filled with those disgusting freaks who liked little kids too, but at least they were hated. Why did people like the Sabbath? Was it because the Original Baphomet led it? Or because of the sheer magic power? She didn't understand...

Well, at least she still had the Holy Theocracy of Lescatie. That was still an Order bulwark set up by the good King Bistoa Castor Lescatie, even if well...

Uh...

Yeah...

Corruption...

Things to deal with once the sex-obsessed Demon Lord was dealt with.

Actually, why not just send the current Order's Champion to do it right now? Get it all over with? He was the strongest of humanity right now after all.

Well, that seemed simple, and it's not like the new Demon Lord had time to properly get used to this whole Demon Lord thing.

So, she sent the valiant knight known as Arthur off to slay the Demon Lord, and he did adventure on, driven by his will and desire to see the world at peace...

Then wondered why he should be killing the person who was doing all of these things for world peace, and why humans and mamono should continue fighting.

So, instead of sticking her with his steel sword, he stuck the Demon Lord with his other sword and the two wound up hitting it off and getting married.

Then the Chief Goddess decided, "Fuck it then, I'll just do it myself!"

Well, it didn't go the way she thought it would.

Yes, Arthur and Lilith barely managed to drive her away...

But they were both alive, and she was crippled. Her scars and injuries would take a long time to heal...

And thus, that was the state of things for a while. An eternal stalemate of waiting each other out, Arthur and Lilith trying to conquer the world out of a desire for peace and unity, and the Chief Goddess desiring to keep things the way they should be, to adhere to tradition.

...

Many years passed, and a man began to rise among the Order. His name was Sir Tiberius Valor, often known as just Sir Valor.

He was a simple man. Kill the monsters, save the locals, get praised for keeping the peace and inflate his ego, go home, eat, and then take a nap until the next monster popped up. Sometimes he switched things up when a genuinely tough monster, such as a Wight, was around. When monsters like those showed up, he tended to go with a relatively simple strategy.

1. Claim he had fallen in love with them.

2. Get with them in private.

3. "Admit" he had a "Cowgirl Position" or "Hugging" fetish or something.

4. Tear out or stab through their hearts with the nearest sharp object or sometimes his armored hand when they were naked and getting ready to rape him.

5. Dispose of the body and leave no witnesses.

6. Laugh as the same five steps work for just about every monster, both weak and strong, with very few, and obvious, exceptions. Like Slime Girls.

People often told him he could one day maybe even slay the dreadful Demon Lord and save the world from her evil grasp, but he wasn't sure about that. She was married to the former Order Champion Arthur, so he and anyone else who wanted to kill them would have to fight both of them at once. Plus the five-step plan to killing monsters out of his league wouldn't work on her, since he assumed she was loyal to Arthur when it came to nightly activities.

So the idea he or anyone else could kill the Demon Lord was a very big maybe with a lot of blind faith and hope, and not a whole lot of evidence or proof.

Well, he was certain that with enough hard work, determination, and effort, someone could kill her one day, but maybe that wasn't him...

He supposed that wasn't important right this second though. He may not be that chosen hero, but damn if he couldn't try at least!

But pushing the future down for the future, lately, he was kind of eager to head on over to the great stronghold of Lescatie after he heard that he was being stationed there! He had heard of how great it was, and how strong the heroes there were! He was looking forward to meeting Wilmarina too, who he heard was also said to hold the potential to one day smite down the Demon Lord, and other great heroes and generals too.

And when he did come there, he was honestly happy at first. He saw the grand church and the strict military, and grinned. This was indeed a bulwark of the Order. The Heroes, standing proud and smiling, a beacon of light and hope in the face of the seemingly invincible Demon Lord.

Yet as time went on, he began to see the darkness of it all.

People in the slums, living in filth and decay. The taxation rates were horrendous.

Child soldiers, primarily in that one runty magic girl...

The King, seemingly having abandoned his fourth daughter in favor of the daughters who were more promising.

The Heroes didn't even believe in their own philosophy and Order.

Valor saw this all, and knew in heart that this was an iron pyramid balancing on its tip by the slightest of chance.

Once someone so much as nudged this two-faced hell, it would all fall apart by the seams.

He saw this all with his eyes, and sighed, disappointment taking over what had once been respect and reverence for the Heroes and Beacon of Light that had once been Lescatie.

...

Within the depths of a crypt, far away from any other sign of life, a towering figure with gleaming gems for teeth and eyes stood besides a dusty, ragged-robed man, a man in his young adult years, and a dainty girl in a frilly pink-white dress.

They had come to this world, noticing the absence of a "Creator God" where there had once been one. They needed to know why it had left, and to research the effects of the Demon Lord and how the current Demon Lord's mental thoughts and ideals affected her subjects.

They of course, were beyond her reach. They were too strong to be turned into mindless sluts and whores by a woman they did not see or acknowledge as their Queen.

The Mysterious Stranger spoke with a raspy voice, scathing and horrid. "Kyous. Noxus. Vazaal."

The ragged, dusty robes of the man seemed to wriggle with lines and strange pulsations, "Kyous is I, and Vaskul is you. Why were we summoned to this wretched land?"

"Come now, Kyous. Be sensible," the young man spoke, grinning, "This world has its ups and downs. For one it's much easier to negotiate and talk to a monster, even if their desires are... basic, at best."

The girl spoke lightly, a tone of innocence and sweetness in her voice, "Now, now Kyous... Vaskul surely had to have called us here for a reason, right? Noxus is right, give Vaskul a chance to speak."

Vaskul nodded. "I was contacted by a certain Gazer. He wanted my help in 'disposing' of a nuisance that threatened his authority once... and now threatens the pride and dignity of all monsters in this world. I had thought it a worthwhile goal in order to understand how this strange realm's Demon Lords work, and if it would be possible to replicate that."

"Ohohohoho! Really now? That is rich, but... How do we go about that? We have never worked out in the open on any world when it comes to conspiracy. It is not the way we work. Slut Lord she may be, she did not gain her title for no reason," Kyous spoke.

"I know. I do not intend to confront her directly. It would not be worth our time to wage a war against her. No, instead, we will destroy her from the inside out..." Vaskul rasped, the other three Necromancers pausing.

Noxus spoke first, "Do go on..."

"She has many daughters. I have seen one dabbling in magic that was once dark and forbidden, such as Necromancy and Blood Magic. Granted, most of those arts have been lost upon this world, now vanished and gone to the winds along with the former Demon Lord... Yet, we possess that same knowledge, and more. We will teach it to her along with certain viewpoints and ideals, and in time, she will grow to have the same pride and respect for the old monsters that the former Demon Lord did... and she will hate her mother for what she has done to them, and begin to rebel, bringing together more... traditional-minded monsters and mamono to her side... That is how we will subvert the succubus. Through heartbreak and civil wars," Vaskul said, blunt and to the point.

Vazaal smiled, "Break her by breaking her family. And what if she survives her daughter's rebellion? How do we even get our hands on one of her daughters?"

Vaskul scoffed, "I have planned for that as well. We will bring about a... Necropolis, of sorts. A city of the dead. Yet it will not be like any of the other cities out there, managed by those disgraceful wights and..."

Vaskul ground his teeth-gems together, "Zombies."

"Easy there, Vaskul..." Kyous said, trying to calm Vaskul down, before the Master Necromancer calmed himself.

"Moving on... We will form an academy. We are smart enough to be teachers... I assume that anyways, and we will offer our services and practices to help the Demon Lord against the Order. Of course, we will keep our... more controversial spells and rituals under wraps. Once it is sufficiently infamous, surely the Demon Lord will grow curious... and I imagine her daughter will nag, and nag, and nag to be allowed to learn and train further in her favorite magic... and we'll have our lilim to mold to our liking."

Noxus chuckled, "A school for Necromancers? What do we call it? Necro-U? Bleak Academy?"

"Being the foresightful demilich that I am," Vaskul stated, "I have foreseen you are all incompetent morons when it comes to practicality to some extent, especially in naming. Therefore I already came up with a name... Bedlam."

Vazaal giggled, "Bedlam, huh? Nice... And hey! Just because you're the best among us doesn't mean you get to be a pretentious prick about it!"

"Yes it does in fact. That's what being 'The Best' earns someone," Vaskul countered, "Regardless, do we all agree to this? It should not take long to set up the entire place for Archmages of our power and skill..."

The others nodded, and soon, the four Necromancers moved on to begin their schemes...

...

A monstrous, rocky black-scaled wyvern grumpily flicked his tail, quite annoyed by what he found upon waking up.

Once, he had been one of the former Demon Lord's strongest lieutenants. A King amongst dragons.

Now he woke up to instantly learn that some random succubus had taken power, and most members of his kind had been turned into some sick succubus-dragon hellspawn of sorts...

Disgusting. He could even feel the current Demon Lord's magic trying to turn him so desperately into another lowly whore. For God's sake, he would not allow it! He was a proud, mighty male dragon, one with a gods-damned dick! Not some whore with a sleeve for cocks in between her legs!

He was uncertain on the state of things in modern times, but he knew one thing:

He would not stand for what this "new" Demon Lord was doing.

And while she may have gotten away with turning monsters into these... freaks...

She most certainly could not have gotten all of them.

There are surely more... "True" Monsters out there...

And he will make sure they unite and dethrone this upstart bitch who dared to try and take their pride away.

...

Sir Valor sighed, deep in thought as he waited on the Chief Goddess to answer his concerns surrounding the state of Lescatie's corruption and... well...

He supposed he just wanted to get out of here. This place was a death-trap. Yes, he would try to fix it all himself...

But what would he do? Aim a sword at the king's head and demand he fix things? Usurp him? Hardly... Even someone as strong as him could not stand against all of Lescatie going out for his head.

Yet, at that moment, he heard a soothing, sultry voice call out to him... A voice that seemed... charming... lovely...

"Sir Tiberius Valor, is it~? I've heard of how strong the Heroes of Lescatie are, but you certainly do take the cake for being exactly what someone would imagine a shining hero in armor to be~..."

He glanced back, and saw a pure white succubus with many markings...